Excuse me you dropped something!

I am standing in my favorite place in Juba, the bank.  As you have read previously, the bank is an extremely interesting place.

I had an interesting event just happen to me.  I am standing in line for a deposit, and have been here for the past 40 minutes with 2 more people till I am at the teller (so about 20 minutes!).  The guy behind me in line has his phone ring.  Africans have such funky ring tones!  As he answers his phone, I hear something drop and felt it hit me on the back of the foot.  I bend down to pick up the dropped object to find out he dropped his hand gun.  Before I am able to pick it up, the security guard picks up the gun for him.  The guard without hesitation says to him “excuse me you dropped your pistol!”.  The man is very ungrateful and rude as he was in a heated business call, grunted shoved his pistol back between his belt and waist and continued with his business.  

All I have to say is I am glad the gun didn’t shoot me in the foot when it fell and next time I hear something hit the floor in the bank (or anywhere for that matter) I am not going to pick it up unless it is mine!!